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| Shout out to 7 Eleven Thailand for selling these absolute lifesavers. I kinda had an idea of what I would be getting up to in India so I did a bit of preparation. |
It's around 3:30 in the afternoon and I'm on the bathroom floor in my underwear, sweating profusely after having just performed a bold, loud, and primal display in front of a plastic bucket, resembling a dog eating food scraps but in reverse.
Some might say I made a failed attempt at transforming from a human being into werewolf, but most would say I just had bad food poisoning.
For almost four weeks now I had been blessed with the fortune of not getting horrendous food poisoning while travelling through India. I had eaten rice from roadside stalls with cows hanging around a few meters away, I had filled up my drink bottle at a tap with the words 'free drinking water', and eaten a kachori which a child had squished up using his bare hands, without any major problems. This had all given me a false sense of confidence in my body's ability to handle food and waterborne ilnesses - after all, I had spent the past nine months travelling through South-East Asia slowly building up my resistance (or so I thought).
I collapsed onto the bed amongst the faint waft of masala emanating from my naked armpits. (Eating Indian food will give you a very distinctive and persistent body odour) I felt tired yet could not fall asleep and only had the energy to lie there staring at the ceiling, accompanied with my thoughts. It was not long before I started to notice some of the details on the ceiling.
The ceiling fan had been installed quite obviously off-centre. I'm not usually the type to be disturbed by this sort of thing but now I couldn't help but look around the room, trying to determine if the fan really was installed off-centre.
I began to notice things like the light fixtures and how the base plates didn't quite cover the large holes used to get the electrical wiring through. The actual positions of the lights on the wall were not aligned to the painted ceiling decoration.
'Am I just being picky?'
Suddenly I felt the urge to run over to the bathroom where I sat on the toilet (which was installed way too high) with my feet almost dangling off the front and the leaky spray gun with such a low water pressure that you end up just using your hands.
At least I can say I visited Udaipur, India's most romantic city.
More to come
